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21 Yea, I say unto you, my son, that there could be nothing so exquisite and so bitter as were my pains. Yea, and again I say unto you, my son, that on the other hand, there can be nothing so exquisite and sweet as was my joy. Footnotes ? Incoming Footnotes ? Citation ? Connect failed: User ior_ro already has more than 'max_user_connections' active connections |